Broken Thoughts… Crashing Ships In The Night…

A bloody feeling touching finger tipsHints of a reasonScene of the crimeA broken heart with no lifeStabbing pains in my sideWhat has it beenDays, weeks, monthsI don’t careThe thought only growsA sick feeling inside my headIf only I could I know that I wouldDesperation and a fucked up feelingTell me one more timeSo I can rememberSlipping through the cracksConcrete floor never felt so softUntil they left me bleeding on the floorDeath rattle shakingA cold wave washes over everything

Scratching at the surface only to dig deeper

Bleeding under the starsIsn’t any different than notFeelings become lostIn so much shitSaid I cared when I didn’tSaid I didn’t when I didI’m a confused assholeWhat do you want me to sayWhen no one believes me any wayRats will rule this worldBecomes okay, is okPast tense so subversivePredictable predictions on how this would beI missed the boat, yeah that’s meDigging a grave at sea

One for the money… Two for the turn around and go home…

Worn down after the years of abuseThe teeth tell a storyBuried in the concreteAge not in the thoughtBut in the heartTaking what is leftBuried upon the surfacePaint the blood on your skinDrying along the scarsA map of your abuseScreaming obscenitiesWords that remind me of youWhat it meansI don’t knowWhat it doesI don’t knowHow it feelsHow it ever wasDrowning in the thoughtsPouring out of the skinPressure releasing all the liesTell me one more timeHow you’d like to watch me die

Someone is always better

Slipping down a path made of sinThe piss feels like rain from hereChoking to keep throwing upIt isn’t hell if it is homeIt isn’t hell if it is all you knowJamming it down my throat to see how it feelsStuck, shifting gears into another thoughtThe mud isn’t dirt but shitDrowning in a sea of all of thisAsked for forgiveness but only wanted a reasonThought I was full of nothingCome to find out I just have too much to sayThe lines blend together when you line them upBroken threads in a stream of consciousnessIt isn’t hell if it feels like homeIt isn’t hell if it is all that I want to knowFucking useless conclusionA feeling I lost looking into the abyssStaring into nothing alongA deep dark hole made of deceitLove the feeling even if it only brings need

“All you ever do is write.” “Correction… all I want to do is write… there is a difference…” That didn’t go over so well… so I’m off to spend time with my family… Black Yoshi going to paint ever track with your blood… game on ladies… : )